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[aid] => mick
[title] => stonehenge.
[time] => 2006-12-02 23:59:35
[hometext] => Written December 5, 2005. I've been uninspired for nearly a year, and it's crushing...
[bodytext] => Downtown, villa.
Red brick, snow-painted white.
Knurled, rough hewn. Cold-stone.
history. His story.
Repeating (history. His story.)
flows like glass, time-still.
Fading, like voices or memories or photographs,
But never this devotion.
Your smell still lingers on her fingertips; your taste on her tongue.
(You.) Your family, your past. Your history – it’s there.
It’s you. Never gone; perhaps forgotten, but always present.
Unsinkable, like ships of Styrofoam,
Flagstone and stock-still.
Whispered like fog on warm windowsills.
Gingerbread fills the air of your uptown citadel.
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[alanguage] => english
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[score] => 11
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[topicname] => LovePoetry
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